Dmon grinned, listening to this Commodore Hayes. First contact with another civilization in over a millenia, and how polite

"Indeed, Hayes, Commodore of Tau-beta. We come to speak to your leaders, in peace, perhaps for an alliance. We have traveled far to see you. We have much to speak of..."

The shadow god raised his hand and turned it gently; Silas, grinning as well, signaled the crew to buckle in and prepare for descent. As he spoke, the outer plating of the ship changed from pitch black to a bright shining white, and slowly the entirety of the crescent began to rotate to the side. 

"We're coming down, Hayes of Tau-beta."